When the light clears, you suddenly find that Keith is much taller, towering over you. After a few moments of confusion, you realizing that everything your living room seems bigger than before, after which you realize that everything hasn't gotten bigger, you've gotten smaller.
In fact, your clothes seemed to be pooled around you. You're small enough to wiggle out of the neck of your t-shirt and then kick away your briefs stuck to a hind leg.
Hind leg. That's new.
You look at your hand. Instead of your normal hand, there's a weird clawed hand-like black paw. Your arm is covered with scruffy gray fur. In fact, most of your body is covered with gray fur.
Keith clears his throat and you look up at him. He gestures over to a nearby mirror hung on the wall. "That might help speed up your investigations, dude."
You roll your eyes. Of course a mirror would help. You were just getting over the preliminary shock of an all new body with all new feelings and sensations. Keith did have a point though so you scampered over to the mirror on all fours, which you seemed much more suited to do in this form.
You sit in front of the mirror and peer at the reflection. A normal looking raccoon looked back, sitting on the carpet. You reached up to touch your face. The raccoon in the reflection did the same. You felt along your snout and traced along your black furred mask. You turned and twitched your ringtail about. The reflection followed along, solidifying the reality of your current form.
You were a raccoon. You turned to Keith to say "This is pretty cool actually". Instead what came out of your new vocal cords was a series of chittering and chirrs and general raccoon sounds.
Keith laughed, "I can't understand you, dude. One moment." He directed the keys at himself and pressed a button. Another flash of light and Keith's form was obscured. Where Keith had been standing, another raccoon stood, Keith's clothes pooled around it. The raccoon climbed out of the clothes and scampered over. He made some chittering sounds at you, which to your surprise you could understand as, "Not bad, eh?"
"Whoa. This is trippy?" you chitter, looking the raccoon version of Keith over, unable to fight the instinct to paw at the fellow raccoon's face. Keith pawed back. The pawing eventually moved from face to neck and body, investigating your respective raccoon features, until Keith said, "W-Whoa, I think we're getting carried away here. I'm...ur...feeling a bit weird." He turned away and took some deep breaths, leaning over to "adjust" himself or something. You looked down and noticed a bit of pink sticking out of your own sheath and "adjusted" yourselves to hide it back away.
"Uh. I'm surprised you have that good of control of the keys. I was way too nervous to use them," you said as a means to change the topic of the awkward feelings.
"If I'm being honest, I did some tests last night," Keith said, shuffling in place, pointing over to the couch.
You looked over at the couch and noticed something: a plush rabbit which you didn't remember owning.
"You bought a plush rabbit to test on?"
"No. Actually that's Mr. Johnson."
"My next door neighbor?"
"Yeeeeah. I was bored and people watching and thinking what to do with the keys and I miiiiight have tested them on Mr. Johnson when he walking by. Kinda by mistake at first. Turned him a copy of your mailbox. Then figured might be good to test further. Turned out a little weird at first, when tried to turn him into a squirrel, turned him into a acorn, tried to turn him into a sandwich, he turned into a live turkey, then I panicked and turned him into a tiger. That's why there's claw marks on the back of your recliner. It, kinda got weirder from there, but long story short, he's now a plush rabbit."
Keith scampered over to the couch and climbed up next to the rabbit. He pressed one of the paws and a squeaky voice that almost sounded like Mr. Johnson's voice was produced from the bunny. "Aaa! Giant raccoon! Get away from me! I'm going to call my lawyer! Get me a carrot!"
Keith shrugged. "He seems a bit annoyed so haven't turned him back yet, though I think I could. I guess...you can relate to that."
You looked down at your paws, still a bit embarrassed about the hydrant thing.
Keith continued, climbing back down from the couch and retrieving the keys. "Never mind that. Let's go out the pet door and climb a tree and see if we can find some good targets to test on."
It felt weird exiting your house through your little used pet door. Since it was made for a cat or small door, it was a bit of a squeeze for both you and Keith, requiring some wiggling and pulling and pushing to complete the process. You also took some time in the back yard to get used to raccoon locomotion, getting used to scampering and trundling on all fours, occasionally getting distracted and pawing at interesting items, like a lawn gnome or a decorative glass orb. Seemed that being a raccoon came with some built in instincts that led Keith and yourself to investigate stuff, sniff around, and find a good spot behind a shrub to relieve yourselves.
Eventually you both were used enough to your bodies and satisfied the raccoon instincts enough to climb up a tree and see what possible targets you had to test the keys on. You scanned the neighboring backyards. Since it was a nice sunny day, seemed a good number of your neighbors were out and about.
"What do you think, Jared?" Keith asked, getting comfortable on the branch next to you.
You look about, considering your options.